Hannah Hunt

FIGHT !

00:00:00  1 Röyksopp - Impossible
00:06:15  2 Pajaro Sunrise - Minolta (Rayko Remix)
00:13:16  3 Borja Moskv - Schweinsteiger
00:16:00  4 Deftones - Bored
00:18:59  5 100 gecs - Dumbest Girl Alive
00:20:42  6 TV Priest - Press Gang
00:23:16  7 Masaki Suzuki - Destiny
00:27:04  8 Fontaines D.c. - It's Amazing To Be Young
00:28:21  9 Yard Act - The Overload
00:31:49 10 Idles - Never Fight A Man With A Perm
00:33:33 11 María Terremoto - Te Llevaste Mis Tormentos (Partía De Verdiales, Conciliación)
00:35:53 12 Leftfield - Original
00:42:53 13 TV Priest - The Big Curve
00:47:21 14  - viagra-boys-uno-ii-(mastered)
00:49:43 15 Hell - Suicide Commando
00:54:25 16 IDLES - Danny Nedelko
00:57:50 17 Soulwax feat. Chloë Sevigny - Heaven Scent ε
01:00:38 18  - Mi revoluciion (Borja Moskv)
01:05:19 19 Against All Logic - Know You
01:09:03 20 Moonchild Sanelly - Flood
01:11:33 21 The Flaming Lips - The Strange Design of Conscience
01:15:38 22 Fontaines D.C. - I Love You
01:19:23 23 Zombies in Miami - Snake Language
01:25:47 24 Daniel Avery - Quick Eternity (Four Tet Remix)
01:34:48 25 Imanbek X Taichu - Ella Quiere Techno
01:37:10 26 El Columpio Asesino - Ballenas muertas en San Sebastián
01:40:30 27 Steve Arra - Nitzer Ebb - Join In The Chant
01:44:23 28  - Marvin & Guy-Hint of ‘92-01 Hint of ‘92
01:51:14 29 King Crimson - Starless
01:59:06 30 Daniel Avery - All I Need
02:04:10 31 Fatima Yamaha - Half Moon Rising
02:09:08 32 Alva Noto & Ryuichi Sakamoto - Uoon I
02:21:41 33 Rex The Dog - Sicko
02:27:32 34 Miami Nights 1984 - Accelerated
02:30:59 35  - The Beachland Ballroom(Borja Moskv)

By Borja Moskv [https://borjamoskv.art]
VISUALS : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxD2l4cIp7I&t=476s

Eclectic Electronic CowPunk Dj Set Ravero Mode

“Lost in the Silence (Acoustic Version)” is my stripped-back take on the original—just a few of my favourite instruments like piano and strings topped with some basic drums, and the quiet space in between. I wanted to capture that feeling of being alone with your thoughts, when silence becomes its own kind of melody. This version is raw, honest, and closer to the heart of what the song really means to me.

Lost in the silence 

Verse 1
You say you care, but it don’t show,  
I’m reaching out, but you let go.  
Every word I speak just fades,  
Like a whisper in the rain.  

I tell you what I need, you nod,   
But your mind is somewhere else.  
Like I’m screaming underwater,  
Drowning by myself.  

Pre-Chorus
And I ain't tryna pick a fight,  
I just need to feel alive.  
But you treat my voice like static,  
Something you can brush aside.  

Chorus
I get lost in the silence,  
Drowning in the space between.  
You don’t hear me, you don’t see me,  
I’m just fading in between.  
And it happens way too often,  
Yeah, it happens way too often.  

Verse 2
Do you even know my fears?  
Do you hear me through your pride?  
I’ve been waiting, I’ve been patient,  
But I’m breaking down inside.  

Every “sorry” sounds rehearsed,  
Every promise comes out weak.  
I could scream right in your face,  
And you’d still turn the other cheek.  

Pre-Chorus
And I ain't tryna break us down,  
But I can’t live without a sound.  
When my words are left unheard,  
It just feels like I’m not found.  

Chorus 
I get lost in the silence,  
Drowning in the space between.  
You don’t hear me, you don’t see me,  
I’m just fading in between.  
And it happens way too often,  
Yeah, it happens way too often.  

Bridge
If I walked out that door,  
Would you notice I was gone?  
Or would you stay lost in your world,  
Like I never came along?  

I’ve been speaking, I’ve been pleading,  
Tracing letters in the dust.  
But you don’t listen when I’m breathing,  
So you’ll listen when I’m gone.  

Outro
I get lost in the silence,  
Drowning in the space between.  
You don’t hear me, you don’t see me,  
Now I'm finally leaving clean, 
Cause it happens way too often,  
and I won't let it happen again.

Lost in the Silence (Acoustic Cover)

SPIRIT was a legenday club in Dortmund with a legendary DJ named Mimmi. A colourful compilation of night owls who had no reason to go home at night went there and stayed until the morning or slept in the toilets. Some of them would have baked eggs among the early truck drivers at the Großmarkt at 06:00. The music was loud, wild and heavy but always surprising because Mimmi was, devilishly smiling from behind the long black hair covering his eyes, standing at the record table. In those days, the word "Claudia" was sprayed all over town for years and years to be seen. Some were wondering who "Claudia" was and who sprayed it and why he took so much effort...  Your name was written down on a 1000 places, spread all over town, you left your traces...

This one is to the memory of Mimmi.

Cellar Aged Wines

Spirit (with In Rags)

Le solo final de guitare saturée emporte l'auditeur loin des murs de la cité des vents, dans une vague imaginaire..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vy-Cvci8cp8

Paroles:

Leurs yeux se sont ouverts, un matin, sur des murs de béton.
Ils ont connu les jeux et les cris d'un même horizon,
De pelouses jaunies, de débris de bouteilles,
Qu'un gardien immobile, de sa loge surveille.

Leurs yeux se ferment quand la nuit envahit,
Les murs géants de la cité des vents,
ils se dessinent les routes claires, sous le levant.
Leurs voix se taisent quand les ombres se figent,
l'hiver est long dans la cité des vents,
Ils imaginent le goût salé, des océans.

Leurs vingt ans sont venus bien plus vite, qu'ils ne l'imaginaient,
Entraînant derrière eux, les désirs, les plaisirs, tant secrets.
S'il est vrai que le temps, étouffe les cris d'enfants,
Les leurs résonnent encore, dans la cité des vents.

Leurs yeux se ferment quand la nuit envahit,
Les murs géants de la cité des vents,
ils se dessinent les routes claires, sous le levant.
Leurs voix se taisent quand les ombres se figent,
l'hiver est long dans la cité des vents,
Ils imaginent le goût salé, des océans, des océans.

Leurs yeux se ferment quand la nuit envahit,
Les murs géants de la cité des vents,
ils se dessinent les routes claires, sous le levant.
Leurs voix se taisent quand les ombres se figent,
l'hiver est long dans la cité des vents,
Ils imaginent le goût salé, des océans, des océans.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète 

Stuck for more than thirty years in edits, I can finally bring out "The Windy City"! Thank you for your listening, which is important to me.

Lyrics:

Their eyes were opened, one morning, to concrete walls.
They have known the games and cries of the same horizon,
Of yellowed lawns, of the debris of bottles,
That a motionless guard, with his eye watches.

Their eyes close when the night invades,
The giant walls of the Windy City,
they draw the clear roads, under the east.
Their voices fall silent when the shadows freeze,
Winter is long in the city of winds,
They imagine the salty taste, of the oceans, of the oceans.

Their twenties came much faster than they imagined,
Dragging behind them, desires, pleasures, so secret.
If it is true that time stifles the cries of children,
Theirs still resonate in the city of winds.

Their eyes close when the night invades,
The giant walls of the Windy City,
they draw the clear roads, under the east.
Their voices fall silent when the shadows freeze,
Winter is long in the city of winds,
They imagine the salty taste, of the oceans, of the oceans.

Their eyes close when the night invades,
The giant walls of the Windy City,
they draw the clear roads, under the east.
Their voices fall silent when the shadows freeze,
Winter is long in the city of winds,
They imagine the salty taste, of the oceans, of the oceans.

La cité des vents

YouTube video: https://youtu.be/3z-WWazmyiA 
This one's kinda our origin story – and we're dropping it to celebrate one year on SoundCloud. 🎉
And don’t forget to check out the fun video linked above! 😄
We were five misfits with totally different backgrounds, sounds, and lives...
But somehow, we clicked! Like fate decided we should form a band.
“Beating the Edge” looks back at that time, the messy, magical moment we came together.
It's raw, it's loud, it's full of heart.
No fake drama, no grand plans. Just real passion, some chaos, and a shared obsession with making music that punches through the noise.
That’s when Beating Edge was born. 🙌 And now we've got so many more friends, here on SoundCloud and beyond!! Thanks to all of you!!! We love ya!! ❤️
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on April 18, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Two wild souls, keys and drums 	
Chasing sounds, making runs
But no voice to tell the tale	
Till a ghost-thin kid let out a wail		

Synths were pumping, beats were tight		
But he craved the fire, craved the bite	
Rock and thunder in his veins				
Needed six strings to break the chains	

We’re the fire in the stream	
Burning up your midnight dream		
No stage, just waves we ride  
Crashing loud like a rising tide 
Beating the edge, one song at a time!  

A party spark, a six-string queen	
Five-feet-three but played so mean		
Then she said, "I know a guy,	
Silent thunder, bass so high!"	

Groove so thick, it shook the ground	
Rhythm locked, we found our sound		
Pages filled with names so strange		
Till one just hit like a roaring train!		

We’re the fire in the stream	
Burning up your midnight dream		
No stage, just waves we ride   
Crashing loud like a rising tide 		
Beating the edge, one song at a time! 

No aliens, no weak clichés		
Just a name that slays for days   
Turn it up, let it fly		
We’re the storm that won’t run dry 

We’re the fire in the stream		
Burning up your midnight dream	
No stage, just waves we ride 
Crashing loud like a rising tide 
Beating the edge, one song at a time!   

One song at a time 
One song at a time
Oh yeah!
One song at a time
We’re alive! 
One song at a time
We will rise!
Beating the edge, one song at a time!  

One song at a time 
Oh yeah!
One song at a time
We’re alive! 
One song at a time
Beating the edge, one song at a time!

Beating the Edge

Guitars: Clay Willis
Cello: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Keyboards: Bob Patin
Backup Vocals: Julie Laverty, Spencer Brochard
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written & Mixed by Will Montgomery

God Left The Chat

Strawberry Lips

la. la. la. laaa

Good-Bye

https://deezer.page.link/h4V3Lyu9PbgBLsJo8
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6H5LgLlZPKX4svCHIx7GFq?si=Q3CO3JDxTMeiwaixP0_ZvA

FIGHT !

Vincent Papin